Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

The Blue Dome Plaza Building, located in the city center of Lanling City, stands at 272 meters tall, making it the tallest building in Lanling City and even in several surrounding cities.

The building has 68 floors and integrates residential areas, commercial areas, hotels, food courts, entertainment venues, office buildings and other functions.

The Blue Dome Plaza below is also the most bustling large shopping center in Lanling City.

The entire area is extremely valuable, with a huge flow of people.

At this moment, in the hotel on the top floor of the Blue Dome Building, sitting in the best viewpoint by the window, is a blond young man.

The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, with a full head of slightly wavy, vibrant blond hair that cascaded down his shoulders. His deep, captivating blue eyes, sharply defined jawline, and an elegant smile played on his lips.

He was wearing a black shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing well-defined muscle lines.

His appearance can be described as the most typical image of a handsome European and American man, which attracted the attention of many women in the top floor.

"William, how's it going?" A deep voice in English came through the blond youth's earpiece.

"You know, this is truly a beautiful country. Even a small city exudes a beauty of order." The blond young man, William, picked up the glass of red wine on the table, swirled it gently, and said in barely audible English:

"Although this is my first time setting foot on this land and I have only stayed for two days, I feel that I have already fallen deeply in love with this place. I really don't know what kind of magnificent sights the capital and Shanghai must be here."

"Oh? If you're interested, you can choose to visit these two cities after completing the mission," a teasing voice came through the earpiece.

"I wouldn't dare. Going into a place like that, they'd strip me naked, wouldn't they? I sneaked in this time; my identity can't be revealed." William picked up his glass, took a deep sniff, and continued:

"However, I still don't understand why we're doing this. If you want to test the effects of the magic box, Central Africa, South Asia, Australia—the world is so big, we can just find any small country."

"I'd even dare to pee on a pot in North America, so why choose China? It's like pulling the tiger's whiskers."

"Especially since there is an extraordinary person in this city."

Listening to William's complaints, the voice in the earpiece calmly said, "Bai Jingting is just a psychic, and his strength isn't that great. Don't worry, he definitely won't be able to detect you before the spatial passage opens."

"I opened it but it doesn't work for me either," William asked tentatively. "The magic box has been running smoothly for quite some time now, so why don't you leave now?"

"Oh? So you're thinking of abandoning the mission assigned by the organization?" Although the words in the earpiece sounded somewhat amused, William felt a chill run down his spine.

"No, no, no, you misunderstand. I would never abandon the mission assigned to me by the organization. I just don't want to be included in the list of unwelcome personnel by the Chinese Night Watch," William quickly explained.

"Don't worry, even if your identity is discovered later, you're just a tourist who happened to be here. You just missed a registration step, and at most you'll be expelled. No one will be able to find out your connection to this matter," the person on the other end of the headset reassured him.

"You make it sound so easy. After all, it's me sitting here right now, not you." William took a sip of the red wine in his glass, a gloomy expression on his face, and uttered two words in perfect Chinese: "Bian Cheng."

"Heh, as the youngest member of the Norse Magic Association, with the blood of the British Empire's royal family flowing through your veins, and the owner of the Sturk surname, you're afraid?" The guy named Bian Cheng in the earpiece spoke with a clear hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"That's why I'm afraid." William Stürk placed the wine glass back on the table, his tone growing increasingly chilling. "I can't bear to give up these identities in the sunlight and become a rat in the gutter with you."

"I now even have reason to suspect that you deliberately wanted me to expose myself."

"Haha ...

After a long while, the laughter in the earphones gradually subsided. He took a couple of deep breaths before he could continue speaking in a complete sentence: "William Sturker, I was just being polite to you, and you really think you're someone important?"

"Your so-called noble status is nothing but a fart in my eyes, and your proud high-level mage strength has been used to kill countless people in my hands."

"If it weren't for the fact that I see some talent in you, and that you might have a chance to fill the vacant position of King Yama in the future, you wouldn't even have the right to speak to me now."

"You'd better know your place, William, or I guarantee you'll end up in the sewers of a dark street tomorrow, becoming a meal for rats."

Upon hearing the mockery and threats coming through the earpiece, William Sturck was not angry at all; instead, he felt completely relieved.

At least he is now certain that he is not the kind of pawn that will be used and then discarded.

In other words, he would not be suspected in what happened next.

"I'm sorry, Bian Cheng, it was my rudeness." William apologized sincerely, then tried to inquire about some information: "May I ask how many vacant positions are left for the King of Hell?"

"The positions of Mount Tai, Equality, Wheel of Fortune, and Coroner are vacant. There are many opportunities, but also many candidates. Whoever becomes extraordinary first can choose first. You'd better work hard, William."

Bian Cheng's tone in the earpiece was sarcastic, but he didn't seem to be hiding anything.

Perhaps in Bian Cheng's view, this information was not important at all, as William, with his status, could easily know it.

You always need to let your subordinates know that there are empty seats up there, and that they just need to work hard to climb up so they can get a seat.

"As far as I know, these titles are all deities who govern the dead in ancient Chinese myths and legends. So, was the founder of our organization a Chinese person?" William continued to ask.

Upon hearing William's question, Bian Cheng sneered, "Heh, William, you're being a bit too presumptuous. Remember your place and focus on completing your mission first."

"When you are able to stand on equal footing with me, you will naturally have the authority to know more about the organization's situation."

"Yes, William will remember your teachings," William said respectfully, not daring to inquire further.

"How long has the magic box been open?" A few minutes later, Bian Cheng's question came through the earpiece again.

William glanced at the black suitcase at his feet, then looked up at his watch: "It's been twenty-five minutes."

Inside the black suitcase was a black box.

Inside the box, an irregularly shaped stone fragment the size of a fist is emitting a blue glow.

"Five more minutes, it'll be quick," Bian Cheng said.